Have to say it
But your body does.
A fool's journey
That'll all disappear
Like the latest fad
Some time
Next week.
But
I know
Otherwise.
As
A sad smile
Graces my face.
Knowing
You'll never understand
The forces pushing me
In this direction.
This need
For healing
That society says.
On one hand
Is wrong.
And yet
Encourages me
To move forward
On this sojourn
Of mine.
Having spent
Several months
In the Valley of Death
Walking my way out
Over the past decade.
Coming to terms
With who I am
As a person.
And what
I have experienced
During my life
Violence and all.
Knowing
I have
Only left
The harbour
On this voyage
Of self-discovery.
Therisa © 2017
Author's note: The unidentified person, whom I am talking to, in this poem, is my mom. Since, I accidently "outed" myself, to her, on July 1, 2006 (Canada Day), whenever I around her, I can see the fear and confusion, in her eyes, despite her protesting, otherwise. For a variety of reasons, I had to break off, all relation with her, in November 2013, for my mental and physical health.
Interesting, as Therisa, I am more aggressive, in fighting for the things that I need, then I would be if I was T_____. I know T_____ would not have the confidence to write these personal extrovert poems, about the abusive past, the steps taken, in the healing process, or speaking out, on the injustices in the world, around me.
